"Oh, yes, we'll come along. We're used to climbing and we're very agile. And you will need us to hold things steady while you hammer."
And Jerry smiled as he heard the faithful twins, with much grunting and an occasional groan, following in his wake.
It was a delightful location, as they had said. So heavy was the leafy screen that only by lifting a branch here or there, could they see through it. The big seat fitted nicely on the two limbs, and Jerry fastened it with the rusty nails. The twins were jubilant, and loud in their praises of his skill and courage.
"Oh, Jerry," exclaimed Carol, with deep satisfaction, "it's such a blessing to discover something really nice about you after all these months!"
"Now, we'll just——"
"Hush!" hissed Lark. "Here comes Connie. Hold your breath, Jerry, and don't budge."
"Isn't she in on this?" he whispered. He could hear Connie making weird noises as she came around the house from the front. She was learning to whistle, and the effect was ghastly in the extreme. Connie's mouth had not been designed for whistling.
"Sh! She's the band of dark-browed gypsies trying to steal my lovely wife."
"I'm the lovely wife," interrupted Carol complacently.
"But Connie does not know about it. She is so religious she won't be any of the villain parts. When we want her to be anything real low-down, we have to do it on the sly. She would no more consent to a band of dark-browed gypsies than she would——"